-Appreciation of the Ancient Poems of Residual Lotus
Wang chuanxue
Lotus is known as "the gentleman in the flower" because it is "muddy but not dirty, clear and ripple but not demon". Summer lotus is lush and fragrant. Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote a poem entitled "The lotus leaves are infinitely bright the next day, and the lotus leaves reflect the sun with different colors", which describes the vitality and moving colors of the lotus leaves and gives people infinite beauty. Lotus leaf is green, lotus flower is beautiful and naturally charming; There is also the load of autumn and winter. Broken apples, red and green, also have a special taste.
First, look at the "Falling Lotus" by Bai Juyi, a great poet in Tang Dynasty;
The white dew does not fade, and the cool breeze dries up the leaves.
No one cares about Momo's illness, but he also looks at the declining clusters around him.
"Falling Lotus" is a masterpiece of cherishing lotus in the Millennium, and the poet is obsessed with the soul of lotus. A pool of residual lotus leaves, half shed dead leaves, entrusted with the feeling of life and the pain of parting. Is the beauty of residual lotus tragic, aloof or cynical? Actually, it's not. It is the earnest concern of residual lotus when listening to the wind and rain. Dead branches and floating leaves, in the faint green pond, wash out the colors of seasonal noise, regret for lost life, attachment to vigorous vitality, but also longing for a new future, depression, loneliness and quiet. Canlian uses her own life image to explain time, history, philosophy and hope to people and the world, and is full of endless and quiet Zen.
How helpless is the lotus leaf in autumn? Lai Gu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, described the broken lotus leaf in autumn in detail in two occasional poems (Part I):
Recently, the spirit bird has been silent, and it is different to rely on the column alone.
A night of violet frost shearing made him lose the autumn rain.
With the coming of late autumn, the magpie's happy words are getting thinner and thinner, and the poet's resentment at the residual lotus in the pool arises spontaneously. It turns out that in midsummer, many people fold the lotus leaf and use it as an umbrella because it is big and round. As soon as the dew falls on the fluff, it becomes a small round pearl, which fluctuates and jumps on the lotus leaf. However, the autumn wind is bleak and threatening, and in just one night, the lotus leaf becomes withered and broken. In the deepest and coldest autumn wind, people suddenly found that the lotus leaf in the morning had been cut by frost. "If it rains again at this time, can it hold up?" Originally, Zhou Bangyan, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote "The water is clear and round, and the wind and the lotus rush at one stroke" ("Su Lian Gai"), but now it is out of sight ... The broken lotus leaf is no longer the autumn rain of pearls, but is connected in series in Lai Gu's pen and becomes a novel image.
Even though Hà Thu has been broken, Li Shangyin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, is still deeply attached to them:
Bamboo dock is clean and clear, and acacia is separated from the city.
Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain.
-"Stay at the Rockfall Pavilion, send a message to Cui Yong and Cui Yan")
One late autumn night, the poet lived in a garden pavilion of a family named Luo. He missed his friends far away in loneliness, listened to the rustling of autumn rain on the withered lotus and wrote a poem about the richest man. And Cui Zhou in the title of the poem are the two sons of Cui Rong, whom the poet met. This poem is a memorial work of the poet in his journey after bidding farewell to Cui Yong and Cuizhou.
The first sentence is Luoting: bamboo surrounds the spotless pier, and Luoting faces the clear lake. Bamboo and clear water set off the pavilion in a particularly elegant way, and the poet was in it, quite far from the hubbub.
Then write about the poet's yearning for his friends: the Luoguan where the poet is staying now and Chang 'an where the Cui Shi brothers are located are separated by a heavy city, and the journey is far away. The poet's thoughts are like gossamer floating in the wind, drifting leisurely to Chang 'an, where his friends are. The poet feels lonely because of the tranquility of the realm, and is slightly disappointed because he has no friends to enjoy the victory of tranquility. "Autumn frost flies late", returning to the scene, rendering the atmosphere and setting off the artistic conception. It's late autumn, but it's been raining for several days, so first frost is late. Poets whose sky is foggy and who are already worried about lovesickness are inevitably more gloomy, which in turn increases the concentration of lovesickness.
The last sentence is the finishing touch of the whole article. The poet listened to the rain and the change of the poet's mood. The poet used to miss his friends who were far away from the city, but he was fascinated and didn't pay attention to the change of the weather. Unconsciously, it began to rain in Mao Mao, and the raindrops fell on the withered lotus little by little, making a patchwork sound. The poet was surprised to find that the sound of the bleak autumn rain beating the residual lotus has a beautiful taste. The withered lotus gives people a sense of ruin and decline, and there is no need to "stay"; But as a man who missed his friends all night, listening to the clear rhyme of the autumn rain of the withered lotus, he felt a little relieved of his lovesickness and loneliness, so he was deeply grateful that the withered lotus had "stayed". "Stay"? There is an unexpected joy in it. And what the poet "listens" to is not only the sad rain. It is difficult for ordinary people to understand the clear rhyme of autumn rain. This monotonous and sad voice increases the loneliness of the environment, thus deepening the yearning for friends.
Li Shangyin's phrase "Stay dry and listen to the rain" was appreciated by a talented woman 900 years later. In the 40th chapter of A Dream of Red Mansions, there is a description of Jiafu people swimming around the lake. When Baoyu said that he would pull out those broken lotus leaves, Lin Daiyu said, "I don't like Li Yishan's poems the most, but I like his sentence' Leave the residual lotus to listen to the rain'. Don't leave the residual lotus." Perhaps it was Lin Daiyu who changed "withered" into "disabled" instead of "withered".
Affectionate with southern Tang master excavate, he said in "stand broken huanxisha":
The fragrant lotus leaves are withered, and the west wind worries about the green waves. With the light * * * gaunt, ugly.
The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold. You hate a few tears, leaning against the bar.
"Lotus leaves are broken, and the west wind worries about green waves." Lotus flowers wither and green leaves wither. It is from this lotus pond that I am worried about the wind and rain. "Still haggard, ugly and young", who is old in the young? What is visible is Hà Thu, but what is invisible is life. What you can see is that the autumn wind has withered the green leaves, but what you can't see is the mood of getting old. In the dim light, what hurts is unwillingness and attachment. "The drizzle dreams back to the chicken, and the small building blows through the cold." It's another sleepless night, and I have to entrust my heart to Han Di. Who will play the sheng pipe on the first floor this night? "How many tears do you hate? Stand against the bar. " The chill is heavy, and I am leaning against the fence alone, watching the autumn rain and autumn wind, walking quietly, away from the years.
The Dead Lotus by Xu Wei, a poet in Song Dynasty, contains the rational interest of life;
All hands are green and lotus is exhausted, and gulls sleep in the rain without shelter.
At that time, the stack of green money was full, and it was late autumn in Kenxintang.
In front of the poet, the "green lotus with ten thousand handles" in full bloom in midsummer is exhausted in late autumn. The autumn rain whipped the withered stems, and the flowers, leaves and seagulls disappeared. The intermittent autumn rain falls on the seagulls' backs and flows into the lotus pond. This decline is really unbearable.
However, when the lotus began to grow, what a delightful sight it was! The green lotus leaves, as big as copper coins, were stacked and crowded together, and all of a sudden they covered the pool surface. Thinking of the grand occasion at that time, who would believe that the pond in late autumn would be in such a state of decline?
The poet's description of the ups and downs of the lotus reveals the philosophy of life: we should pay attention to the development and changes of things, and we should not be static.
It is such a lotus leaf, from lush lotus to withered lotus leaf. How much autumn can the reincarnation of past lives hold? If you find this image in poetry, you will feel that autumn wind will sweep away today's hurried days, and poetry has never left you.